This book was written by Proust. Apparently he was allergic to Petite madeleines which set him off on this tome. Remembrance of Things Passed out My Nose. Is it solipsistic in here, or is it just me?
I’m never sure what the (anti) PC police allow nowdays, so I’m not sure if I should say Happy Honda Days or Merry Toyotathon? Whatever. Fuck you and yours and let’s just make the most of the last XMas of humankind.